Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 93

Chapter 93 Lucas: With Clayton

LUCAS

Challenge him. Rip him apart.

My wolf's snarling has occupied the majority of my short flight to White Peak, getting closer to the man who's tasted my mate in ways that he never should have.

My phone's off, because I don't know what I'll do if he calls.

The primal part of me is incensed, wanting to sink my teeth into his throat and tear it out, savoring every drop of the blood that spurts, content in knowing his soul has departed this world.

But the rest of me recognizes that Clayton is my friend and ally.

What am I supposed to do with all these fucking feelings tripping me up inside? Having Ava back is supposed to make everything easier. Make things simple.

In my absence, will she begin to doubt my words?

If she sees Clayton, would she choose me over him?

I don't have that confidence.

The fated bond between us is my only advantage. That, and the distance I can maintain between her and the alpha I trust with the honor of my entire pack.

I can never let her return to Cedarwood.

There's no way in hell I'll lose the little advantage I have.

the airport to personally escort me to the Blackwood pack lands. I can't let him see the turmoil

My wolf paces restlessly beneath my skin, eager for

growls. She is ours. No one else can

Clayton is nothing more than competition. My wolf may look at other

so, he usually knows better than to attack another

snap. There's nothing to be done. She is not our mate yet. We can't piss her off if we want a chance with

he stops snapping for Clayton's blood, giving me some reprieve from all the

than all the bullshit I have to deal

the airport crowds my nostrils as I exit the terminal, an overwhelming assault on my sensitive nose. Sweat, perfume, fast food—it all mingles into a nauseating miasma that makes me want to gag. But beneath it all, one scent stands out, instantly putting my wolf

Clayton.

wolf snarls, hackles raising.

wrestling my primal side under control.

meet, I can see it in his face, in the tense set of his

greets, his voice

Anger flares hot in

Why did it

force the rage down, swallowing the bitter accusations. We have more pressing matters to

the car in strained silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between us. As

take it

deceptively calm. "As soon as you found out,

steering wheel. "I only just found out myself. I came as soon as I could to help here, because I felt we

word feels like a slap in the face. Like he isn't here to get a chance to see her. Like he has any right to be

stop. Clayton really is here to help. He's been helping this entire time, hasn't he? There's no point trying to assign ulterior motives to his actions.

the memory of Ava's confession ringing in my ears. He had

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